It's been 42,000 years since I returned to this planet and found out that my family is all dead.
I've leveled up to Level 42,000,000 and accumulated over three times that amount in points.
All of my abilities have also reached their peak.
Now, the storm that follows me whenever I release my aura produces winds of over 16,000 mph.
My Eyes of Oblivion ability has evolved—now, when I use it, whatever I look at isn't just killed… it's ended. It no longer exists, and it never did. There's no longer a limit to its range either.
I also discovered that my Oblivion Breath is essentially a fire breath so hot that anything it touches ignites—not just physical things, but also the unseen and immaterial.
Present Day…
I'm bored.
I also need more points.
Might as well go hunting.
Oh—there's a swarm of around 26 trillion wyverns over there.
Wyverns don't usually gather in such massive numbers unless they're trying to bring down something enormous.
I wonder what's going on. They're pretty far away—about 2,600 miles, I'd say.
Well, let's go see what's up.
Oh, a dragon.
He looks like he's only a week or two old, though he's already massive—around 50,000 feet long and 5,000 feet tall.
I don't see his parents anywhere.
He looks weak… I'll take him in.
But first—die, wyverns.
I activate my Eyes of Oblivion.
Now they're gone. No corpses, no blood, no lingering souls—they simply ceased to exist.
They're erased from the timeline itself, so this young dragon won't have any memory of being attacked.
Let's go, son.
I'll take you home.
To be continued…